Falling

Mon, 11/17/2014 - 11:54 -- Usa33i

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I found myself looking up 50 stories where I stood

beams of white light shined down that point

was I dead? Is this god? 

Well It certainly was an angel

When I looked up I saw bright blue eyes and a golden smile

by then, I knew I was falling

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